Reborn as the Wife He Killed
“Go on—open it. I think you’ll like it.”
Alia glanced at him warily before slowly lifting the lid. The moment it opened, a brilliant light burst forth, almost dazzling her.
Inside lay a necklace so exquisite it was impossible to look away. The chain, crafted from countless tiny diamonds, shimmered like a flowing river of stars. At its center hung a teardrop-shaped gem, as pure and radiant as moonlight, its facets refracting a kaleidoscope of colors with every movement. The intricate design was a masterpiece, showcasing the unparalleled skill of a master jeweler. Even Alia, who had seen her fair share of treasures as a thief, found herself momentarily awestruck.
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